"Impossible. That's impossible!" my mother screamed, her voice nearly breaking. "How could she be dead? She can still walk! She can still talk to me! Your tests have to be wrong!"
The nurse instinctively stepped back, her face pale. "But she really doesn't have a pulse," she said shakily. "Her body temperature is extremely low. Her skin is freezing to the touch."
The attending physician frowned deeply, visibly disturbed. "There's no heartbeat. No respiration either." His expression grew graver by the second. "The livor mortis has already spread across her neck and arms. She has been dead for at least a week."
Then his voice lowered slightly. "What I don't understand is… how she's still capable of moving and speaking."
My mother suddenly lunged toward me and grabbed my face with both
